Little are the moments
dancing long in the arms
of smaller hearts
Like endless roads
we used to walk
when we were closer
to the ground
Big are the dreams
standing tall above
these shorter needs
Like we may not breathe
until they arrive
and yet now we tower
and we pass them quickly by
(August 7th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
